It’s time I made some money from my blog and all of us know it’s PayPerPost the leader when it comes to making money from blogs. It’s from the parent company IZEA that operates PayPerPost.com, Zookoda.com, BloggersChoiceAwards.com. Notwithstanding Google’s stripping off of page ranks, people do get opportunities depending on the traffic their respective blogs attract, which is a good thing for us bloggers. My friends have been into this for a long time now and they are making good money. Ragha 27 treats every month is made possible. Adithya recently upgraded his computer. If you own a blog, here make money It’s simple and quite easy. Make your blog popular and increase your reader base and the rest will follow. Don’t care about the Google page rank, there’s PPP’s own RealRank! Ragha has this weird plan to spend $50 every month to watch movies, see places around the city that you already have. But we know it’s his plan to fleece us of our hard earned money. It won’t happen and even if it does, there’s always opportunities open for you. In PPP, opportunities don’t knock, they tear down your house.
Get a driving license? Why, what for? I mean I already passed the stage of getting a license for myself, don’t you think? Besides, being a friend of Ragha how can I even possibly think of applying for a learner’s license. It’s conformism. Although I’m trying to learn how to drive against the oncoming traffic (blind folded) just like Ragha does, I know I’m a pretty good ‘responsible’ road user. Even if I get pulled up for not having one I wouldn’t say, ‘Ennaku IG ya theriyum’. I would say, ‘Ennaku Raghave theriyum’. If I survive that, it’s more worth it than having a license.
Honestly, getting a license should be made tough. It should make getting a pilot’s license look damp. Every aspiring road user should be tested rigorously and disciplined before he’s given a license. So that only a few of us drive peacefully.
Cartoon Network was a part of our growing up. I can’t remember a day after school when I didn’t watch Cartoon Network. After so many years, those cartoons are moving onto big screens which bring up those old times we spent watching them. Speed Racer was one of my favourites. I loved it! Who can forget the opening theme song when speed racer jumps out of the car, freezes and the camera pans 90 degree or Mach 5 doing stunts like jumping ahead of racing cars, cutting down obstacles with rotary blades at the press of a few buttons on the steering wheel. It was insane. And Chim-Chim and speed racer’s brother duo hiding in trunks busting bad guys and talking incredibly fast. I saw this Speed Racer movie trailer. They have made it look futuristic. At least they stuck to the same car and also they have the same ‘chuck-chuck’ sound effect when the car jumps.
I was always rather fascinated by the rows popular leader statues got into. During their lifetime, these leaders led peaceful, passive life helping one cause or the other. And after their departure, their statues get into one row or the other. Funny, really. We, Indians go to any length to see a leader’s statue installed in any one of the busy junctions only to leave the birdies have a pleasant time on their heads and shoulders. Now some Asian population in Leichester, England wants a Gandhi statue in the city center. No, says a white minority that wants a Football hero instead. What does a statue appeal to the world when it’s just the opposite to what he/she desired it to be? It reminds me of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld ‘Pyramids’ where the dead kings and queens hate to be mummified and put into pyramids ’cause it’s a boring afterlife. Leave the old timers alone, they probably better off in history text books and museums ’cause believe me you wouldn’t like it have a damn crow crapping on you when you are made to stand pointing in some obscure direction.
Oops! Ragha did it again. He’s the new Principal of the Patrician college of arts and science. Yes, he has usurped the Principal’s chair in the college. And guess what, he’s become a Father too with all white robes and stuff. High Resolution photo, right Here . Enjoy!
Don’t worry, no spoilers. I watched it and thought how they choose such ordinary movies for Oscars. I watched it again. It all fell into place and it was ordinary and
spectacular. There is a reason why such movies score at the Oscars. They don’t go explaining things, they leave it to the people. They don’t preach, they just bring the reality onto celluloid. I don’t blame the Indian Cinema, it’s just the Indian people are not cut out for that. They want to enjoy the movie, not sit and puzzle out what’s going on and where’s it heading. ‘No Country For Old Men’ is violent. And the Coen brothers have done a good job. The theme is simple. The world outside is dark, cruel and random. You can’t stop what’s coming. Tommy Lee Jones fits perfectly as the helpless, harried old sheriff. It’s only after considerable time into the movie you get he’s the protagonist. Javier Bardem as the psychopath with principles, with that ridiculous page bob cut is terrific. The scene where he harasses a shopkeeper shows how dangerously crazy he is. The movie ends abruptly and it’s a fine ending. People who didn’t watch it yet, I advice you to see it at home. You’d want to go back and see some scenes again and they all drawl as if their tongue is stuck to the roof of the mouth. You wouldn’t like it if you didn’t get it and come grumbling out of the movie.
Since a paper newsletter didn’t work, my college is going online. A couple of few weeks ago, two young journalists from Deccan Chronicle came to our college to enroll us in Papyrusclubs.com, a Deccan Chronicle initiative to bring together the newsletters of all schools and colleges. The thing is it’s made for schools. I don’t know why they had to club colleges along with schools. The events to be covered in colleges are very much larger in proportion as compared to schools. They have got 6 sections in the newsletter.
Current affairs in college - 3 articles per issue.
Achievements section - 1 article.
Sports/extracurricular activities - 3 articles.
Humour/entertainment section - 1 article.
Studio - one 2 minute video.
Voice your opinions - 4 articles.
What ticked me off was the ridiculousness to limit the video section to only one 2 minute video. Anyway, there are a couple of good lecturers you like in colleges and you can’t say no to someone who’s really enthusiastic about the whole thing. And I figured I was hopelessly bored in class and I needed some good excuses for ODs. It turned out well until the lecturer asked me to go and interview the additional commissioner of police!! (his son’s studying in our college, by the way). I have to prepare some questions. Uncontroversial ones, you see. That makes it a lot harder. If you have any questions, post them here. I’ll think of a way to present them in such a way that he doesn’t grab me by the scruff and have my kneecaps bruised. They got nasty canes you know and I might end up compromising Ragha’s true identity.
Last night, I had the weirdest dream of my life. I don’t know how or why, I can’t seem to explain it. But I know one thing, you are not safe from Ragha, no matter even it’s in your dream. Here’s what unfolded in my dream.
Ragha’s normal. If you can say so that is. He gets erratic all of a sudden. He exhibits some unknown super powers, turns violent and more aggressive. He no longer remembers who or what he is. He starts destroying things, massive buildings topple at his raised hand, huge craters appear wherever he steps on earth, Tsunamis gulp towns because of his force fields. Just mindless destruction. Marc, Adhitya and others have either been killed trying to stop him or have fled. It’s vague here. I try to get to him and in some crazy, inexplicable dream sequence he remembers a part of his ‘normal’ past and me. I beg him to stop all the destruction. Ragha being Ragha refuses, says it is his destiny and some vague monologues (mokka) follow that is hard to put to words here. I challenge him to a duel on the condition that he uses none of his super powers on me and we fight it out like old times. The scene shifts to a hill top and there’s a deserted satellite station. We fight. Of course, I’m no match to Ragha’s brutal force. But I offer him no creamy pie ’cause you know the world’s future depends on the outcome of this fight. I use the force of my 49 kg body weight in one blow and he crashes into that deserted satellite station. Ragha’s weakness becomes apparent. He is easily affected by strong electromagnetic power. Even before I could exploit this weakness, in one crazy move (Ragha’s famous for that) he throws me off the cliff.
I woke up, in the middle of the night, shaking all over and my heart pounding furiously. It was 3:55 in the morning.
Edit: I just couldn’t let this off. It’s that drug I’m prescribed for my backache. Hallucination could be a side effect, it claims. But… it felt so real.
Why is that I feel only thugs celebrate their birthdays? They block arterial roads, divert traffic into already clogged 2 ft roads, dig up new potholes in the name of stage construction, have thousands of wastrels, school dropouts, innocent people harassers a.k.a police, waylayers, rapists, drunkards, and many more anti social elements to wish them on their birthday. And to cover the inconvenience they end up causing, they indulge in free cycle distribution, free marriages to 100 or so already wed/eloped/estranged couples, food distribution that finds its way into the wrong hands and mouths and so on….
When will the people stop acting like a bunch of retards and give these politicians truly what’s due to them?
You know, people will never learn. They want to be fooled. That’s what makes us truly Indians.
I have been suffering from mild to chronic backache for the past one year or so. Now, I have been diagnosed with L5 sacralisation. It’s a structural anomaly which is quite common. And with no treatment options whatsoever. With all this advancement in medical science, what a scam! I’m going regularly to the physiotherapist for a week now for my daily stretching and strengthening exercises. Regular strengthening exercises would suffice for my condition, doctor said. And also, to put some flesh on the bones and develop muscles. That’s the hardest part. What do I do? Everything tastes like mud.
I’m not really convinced by this whole structural anomaly thing. It’s mostly over exposure to Ragha that might have caused this. I dare you to go around on his bike with him. You will wish you could kiss the ground. Another victim who had his share of Ragha’s wild ride. You might be next!
